You'll see many layers of Sy but I love his softness…
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” I step out of his space, needing a moment to breathe.
“Your act, you think you have perfected, you think you have everyone fooled.” He shakes his head a slow shake making me forget the panic that’s rising and slowing start to feel anger.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, how dare you,” My voice rises, the same time as heat floods my cheeks.
“Come on baby, you can do better than that,” He smirks, setting my blood on fire in frustration.
“Fuck you,”
“There she is, I’m starting to see her,” he whispers his eyes shining with excitement. “You’re still in there, just have to piss you off to find her,” he says only pushing me further into anger. My hands go to his chest, an impulse of reaction.
“I’m here, I’ve always been here.” I push hard but his hands come to wrists, wrapping around them, trapping them in his grip.
“You might think you’ve been here, but Holly, you’ve been missing. I’m not going to let you do that any more.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready, I don’t need this pressure, I’m not brave enough.” I foolishly admit. I don’t know why I cave to this man, admitting truths that don’t need to be voiced.
“You don’t need to be brave Holly,”
“Sy,” I say trying to pull out of his grasp but he holds on tighter, forcing me to forfeit.
“Holly don’t say anything, just trust that I’ve got you. Let me brave for you, okay?” His grip on my wrists lossens, but I don’t have the strength to fight him. I stand there exposed, stripped back, my body begging me for comfort, for affection. For the touch of another. His hands move mine down, his fingers parting mine, locking them between his. The warmth of his touch taking the panic away.